Not because of who I amBut because of what You've done.Not because of what I've doneBut because of who You are.

I am a flower quickly fading,Here today and gone tomorrow.A wave tossed in the ocean.A vapor in the wind.Still You hear me when I'm calling.Lord, You catch me when I'm falling.And You've told me who I am.I am Yours, I am Yours.

Who am I, that the eyes that see my sinWould look on me with love and watch me rise again?Who am I, that the voice that calmed the seaWould call out through the rainAnd calm the storm in me?

Not because of who I amBut because of what You've done.Not because of what I've doneBut because of who You are.

I am a flower quickly fading,Here today and gone tomorrow.A wave tossed in the ocean.A vapor in the wind.Still You hear me when I'm calling.Lord, You catch me when I'm falling.And You've told me who I am.I am Yours. I am Yours,

Look at the birds of the air; they do not sow or reap or store away in barns, and yet your heavenly Father feeds them. Not even one of them will fall to the ground apart from your Father’s will. Are you not much more valuable than they? (Mathew 6 and 10)